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July 1, 2006 at 11:18 am #33785rick powersParticipant
(Part 2 continued)
Mike and Ashley met as planned and enjoyed the smoothies and each other’s company. When they parted for the night, Mike told her that he was going to be in another town for another long term sub job but that he wanted to get together in two weeks to check on her progress. He set up a time to meet at the gym and then go out for dinner. Ashley fairly floated home, excited at the prospect of spending time with a man – a handsome, hunky one at that – on a real date. Now if only she could remember all of those moves he taught her.
The next two weeks seemed to fly by for Mike. He was teaching at an elementary school (fourth grade) in a town about an hour’s drive away. The long commute combined with trying to keep up with the energetic students left him exhausted at the end of the day, even with his enhanced strength. He would often wonder how those older ladies that did this year after year could keep it up!
So Mike didn’t get out much and even had to spend most of the weekend grading papers and making plans. For the most part, this kept him from trying out his new powers. He did have a couple of occasions for helping some women, though.
One day, an older female teacher was complaining about how brittle her bones were becoming. Mike found himself focusing on her bone structure when suddenly he was having a “mind tour” through the skeletal system: how bones are built and strengthened and how years of losing calcium leads eventually to osteoporosis. He wished that her bone strength would be the equal to what it had been when she was in her twenties. Immediately the woman began to look more comfortable and relaxed. Her whole attitude changed. Mike noticed that she was kinder to her students and smiled a lot more.
Another woman, the secretary at the school, was talking about how she wished she had stronger fingernails. So Mike wished for her to grow fingernails that were tough enough to turn screws. She came to love her nails and found that she needed extra strong clippers to trim them.
But all in all, Mike was rather disappointed in the the mundane wishes of these women. He could have turned them into geniuses, or opera stars, or athletes. But he had promised himself that he wouldn’t use his power to change women unless they actually wished it themselves and he was going to stick with that promise.
So it was with great anticipation that Mike pulled into the parking lot of the gym where he and Ashley had agreed to meet after the two weeks were up. Here at least was a woman that really was striving to better herself and he was glad that he might be able to help her.
Mike scanned the sparsely populated gym and found Ashley in the same place that he had demonstrated his ‘isoplyotonics’ method. He had instantly regretted making up such a silly sounding name, but it was the best he could come up with on the spot.
Ashley was performing the exercise exactly as Mike had shown her and was just completing it when he walked up. She was dressed in some sort of exercise pants that were tight at the waist but were loose around the legs to offer plenty of comfortable movement. She had on a top that looked to be two or three sizes too big with sleeves that went down to her elbows. So if Mike was hoping to see the improvements in her physique, it would have to wait for another time.
Ashley saw Mike as he approached and turned her head to smile at him while she finished her last movement. Mike was caught off guard by the intense radiance of her smile. Her face practically glowed with health and beauty. He blinked twice and could barely stammer out his greeting.
“H … hey Ashley,” Mike stuttered with a goofy smile on his face, “how … how’s it going?”
Ashley set the bar down gently and pulled her long brown hair back over her ears. Mike was hoping to catch a glimpse of her arms as she tied her hair back with a rubber band, but the long sleeves stayed up blocking the view. Mike did notice that her hair that was straight and rather mousey looking before had taken on a new fullness and radiance.
“Hi Mike! Right on time,” Ashley cheerily greeted the large man. “I just finished up here. Give me a minute to freshen up. I’ll meet you at the front desk.” With that she disappeared into the locker room.
Mike didn’t have to wait long at the counter. Ashley was ready to go in about ten minutes. She had changed into a light summer top with shorter sleeves and a nice pair of walking shorts. Mike didn’t have to wait any longer to find out if Ashley’s physique had improved. It was quite obvious. Her arms looked thick and defined with a visible separation at the bottom of the shoulders and between the biceps and triceps. Her quads bunched powerfully as she approached him and her calves swelled enough with each step to be visible from the front.
“Wow!” Mike said as she stepped up to him. Even some of the old hardcore lifters in the gym seemed to be watching her out of the corner of their eye. “You … you look terrific! I guess my program really worked for you, eh?”
“Did it work? Check it out!” Ashley held her arms out, inviting Mike’s inspection, and turned around. When she came back facing her friend, she raised one arm and flexed her bicep. A big, rock hard muscle popped up out of her formerly skinny arm. “I never thought I could look like this, it’s like magic or something,” she gushed. “Your isoplyometrics is really great!” She hooked one arm around Mike’s thick bicep and began to lead him to the door, “C’mon handsome, dinner’s on me tonight.”
Ashley treated Mike to dinner at an all you can eat place down the street from her apartment. Mike was impressed by how much food she seemed to be able to put away, but then again, he was eating quite a bit as well. After both were stuffed, Ashley suggested a stroll around the neighborhood to walk off the dinner.
The two teachers were again having a wonderful time catching up on the things that had happened over the last two weeks and how they were preparing for the summer break and what plans they had for summer activities. Suddenly, Mike noticed a little girl with her arm seemingly stuck in a drainage grate next to a curb. She seemed to be reaching for something and had gotten stuck.
Just then a delivery truck pulled to a stop up the street. The delivery guy hopped out anxious to get his last delivery done after a long day. The truck’s brake was not completely engaged and the large van began slowly rolling toward the unsuspecting girl.
“Oh my god!” Mike yelled as he bolted toward the girl. He thought he might be able to hold back the van while Ashley freed the girl’s arm, but how would he explain his super strength? So he went for the girl, hoping to pull her to safety, even if it meant lifting the heavy grate with her.
He had just lifted the girl and the grate when he looked back at the van to see how close it was and to see where Ashley had gone. Ashley was standing holding the van above her head with both hands.
Mike eyes were wide as saucers. He was speechless.
Suddenly he remembered the little girl in his hands and set her gently down on the sidewalk and just as gently removed her arm and the little red ball she was clutching by slightly pulling the grate apart.
“Thanks mister,” the little girl said as she skipped home, never looking up at the sight of the woman hefting a truck over her head.
Mike spun back to face Ashley. “Wha …? How …?” was all he could muster in his shock.
“Mike, please, don’t say anything, don’t even think anything, just listen to me,” Ashley pleaded with him. “Promise?”
Mike could only shake his head in agreement.
“Okay, first of all,” Ashley calmly began, “however wild it may seem, I know that all these changes to my body and all has something to do with magic, and I suspect that it was a result of some kind of magical wish or something that you wished or did or whatever and if you take it back right now, this van will crush me and I don’t want that to happen and I hope that you don’t either, right?”
Mike nodded his head to indicate that he didn’t want her to be crushed by the van suspended over her.
“You see, I snuck a peek at you two weeks ago after I left you and saw you lift that 450 pound barbell – I’m a math teacher after all and I can add these things in my head really quickly – and I knew that no one could actually lift that much with one hand. But then when I went back to the gym like you said and did your ‘program’ I couldn’t believe the results I was getting but I kept going like you said, Sunday, and Tuesday, and Thursday. But then I picked up a real dumbbell just to see how much stronger I was getting and I started curling 50 pound dumbbells like they were my usual 15 pounders. So I started going every day and doing the same exercise and my strength kept jumping up and up and my body wasn’t growing as much as my strength was and then I finally recognized the pattern. I am a math teacher after all and I love to look for patterns in numbers. I came to the conclusion that you were somehow increasing my strength about one and a half times each time I did your program, right?”
This time Mike didn’t nod, but he chanced a question, “Everyday? How many times did you do my … my ‘program?”
Ashley looked down and shyly replied, “Well, once a day for a few days and then twice a day … and then three times yesterday and three more today.” She shifted the ponderous load to one hand and calculated on her other fingers, “About twenty times I guess counting the first night.”
Mike’s eyes opened wide again as he watched her balance the van on one hand, “My god, Ashley, how strong are you?”
“I … I guess about two thousand times stronger than before.” She pressed the van up and down several times for effect. “This truck must weigh about 8,000 pounds but it feels like a little 5 pound weight now.”
“The point is, Mike, I love this body you gave me and I love being this strong. Okay, maybe I overdid it a little on the strength thing, but I love being strong for the first time in my life. And I know you’re a good guy and I hope that I can convince you to not change me back without talking about it first. Okay?”
Mike nodded slowly.
“Promise?”
“I promise, Ashley. Now can you put that thing down before someone sees us?”
It was highly improbable, but they really had not been noticed by any of the neighbors. Ashley had a little shocked look on her face as she suddenly realized what she was doing and set the truck down, but sideways so it couldn’t roll away. She dusted off her hands and stepped over to where Mike was replacing the sewer grating. Just then, the driver emerged from the building and stopped in his tracks. How had someone managed to move his truck ninety degrees? And how long was it going to take to get out of this narrow street. He looked up at the two very strong looking young people and motioned to his van.
“Hey, did you guys do this?” he asked with a touch of anger in his voice.
“Yeah, sure buddy,” Mike replied, “we just picked up you truck and turned it sideways like it was a paperweight. Maybe you forgot to set your brake and it rolled into that position.” With that the two continued their walk.
Ashley once more linked her arm around Mike’s, “Thank you, Mike,” she whispered as they walked along. “So, what exactly is going on here?”
Mike felt relieved that he could finally tell the whole story to someone. He told her of the necklace that he was given to hold and his first wish that almost turned into a disaster and then his second wish that gave him his power. Then he told her of his following wishes and how something always seems to go wrong with them. “I can hardly believe it myself, but that what really happened and now I don’t know what to do.
They had reached Ashley’s apartment and she motioned with her head, “C’mon inside. I’ve got a couple of ideas.”
Mike wasn’t about to resist and invitation from a woman that could win a tug of war single handed against the whole student body of his college. And such a cute one at that. He followed her in.
“Okay,” Ashley said as she locked the doors and closed the blinds for privacy, “I’ve been giving this some thought these last few days. After I figured out that some kind of magic was involved. Here’s my proposal: It struck me that a super powered woman could do a lot of good in this world. Floods, hurricanes, wars, terrorists. You have the power to create such a woman and I would like to volunteer.”
Mike looked troubled and not quite sure of her idea. Plus he had seen how even some of his best intentions went awry when he made his wishes.
“Now, I realize that I would have to make a living somehow and I think that my teaching job would be just the thing. With breaks during the day and days off at holidays and summers, I could do quite a bit of superheroing. Of course I couldn’t look like this,” Ashley motioned to her body, “but I have to say that I really like the physique you wished up for me.”
She walked over to a desk and picked up some pictures that she had printed off from her computer. “These girls look like the kind of super heroine that people would expect, I would guess.”
Mike looked at the pictures. Ashley had found some supergirl sites with blond haired models with supergirl like outfits on. Most had been enhanced quite a bit, not their muscles, just their breasts.
“You see, Mike, I actually think my current body looks better than those enhanced ones. I really don’t see what men find attractive about their figures – except, you know, their big boobs.” She held her hands up, fingers spread wide in front of her chest. “I would prefer to look like me.” She flexed her arm and smiled again at her big bicep. “So that would insure that I would change back to my everyday personna and not get caught up in the supergirl thing. And you can power down this body, if you really think you need to. I would ask you to leave me with some of my new strength.”
“So what do you think?” Ashley ended her fast-paced sales pitch and stood there smiling at Mike.
Mike plopped down on a chair at her kitchen table. He stared at the pictures in his hand and then off into space. Space! My god, he thought, he could give her the power to fly off into space like Superman in the comics, lift a skyscraper with a single hand, change the course of mighty rivers. Change the course of humanity! But what if he screwed up again?
Mike looked back at Ashley’s face, lit up by her most gorgeous smile. “Okay,” he shrugged. “Let’s give a shot. But first, give me apiece of paper and a pencil."
Ashley practically jumped across the room and hugged Mike as gently as she could. Still he had a tough time catching a breath. Then he settled down to write out his wish so that nothing – okay maybe as ‘little as possible’ – could go wrong.
Mike and Ashley worked out the details of the wish over the next thirty minutes until both were fairly satisfied. Ashley nervously stepped back into the middle of the room. Mike cleared his throat and began his wish.
“I wish that Ashley Scott, who is standing before me now, will be as strong as I am right now but will be able to increase, maintain, or decrease her strength and physique as any normal human could. And I wish that she will be able to magically change her appearance and powers by saying the words ‘I am Superwoman’ which will cause her physique to resemble that of this woman in this picture – except with slightly larger breasts (at that Ashley’s eyes widened and she began to scold Mike, but he held up a hand to keep her from messing up the wish) – and will grant her all of the powers of Superman, that have been chronicled in the comic books. And I wish that when she says those words, her clothes will magically change from whatever she is wearing to the costume that she has designed. I wish that these changes will remain until such time as she says ‘I am Ashley Scott,’ whereupon she will return to the physique, powers, and clothing she had before.”
Finally Mike was finished with his wishes. A strange silence seemed to envelope the entire room. Ashley felt a sudden drop in her strength, like she was riding a fast moving freight elevator from the top floor of a building to the basement.
“Is that it?” Ashley asked.
“Yep. That’s it.”
“I’m still strong?”
“Let’s see.” Mike sat down at the kitchen table and presented his hand in an invitation to Ashley to arm wrestle him. She smiled and took a seat opposite him. They locked hands and she began to push at the same time that he did. Mike’s arms swelled hugely in response to the challenge the small woman was giving him, but he couldn’t budge her. On the other side, Ashley was putting everything she had into the contest and was barely able to keep their hands at the middle point. Moments before, she could have taken on a whole squad of guys like Mike and wiped the floor with them. But still she was pleased with the draw. Maybe his wishes really did work.
“Okay,” Mike said, finally breaking off the game. “Time to see what else you got.”
Ashley smiled shyly again and rose. “Okay. Here goes.” She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath.
“I am Superwoman.”
Mike watched in awe as Ashley’s body seemed to lengthen. Her wavy brown hair began to straighten and turn to a dazzling blond with short bangs above her eyes. Her chin squared slightly and her nose turned up a little. Her muscular shoulders and arms seemed to compress from bodybuilder size to fitness competitor size while her clothes morphed into a superhero costume. Her breasts pushed out on the front of the uniform and then pushed a little bit more, showing more cleavage than Ashley had anticipated, but also accentuating even more the dramatic difference between her huge boobs and her now waspish, steel hard, waist. Her hips, full and muscular, led to long sexy legs that were covered only by red calf-high boots.
“Oh … my … god..dess …” Mike was nearly speechless. Ashley was so radiant with life and power that she nearly glowed. She smiled at Mike's remark and the room lit up.
Ashley produced a red cape from a small pocket in her red ‘Daisy Duke’ short shorts. Mike wondered where that had come from, but then remembered that she had designed this costume herself. She drew the cape across her slender shoulders and somehow fastened it to her blue top. The top itself looked like one from an old Supergirl comic with a little 'S' emblem over the left breast and the neckline cut low.
Super Ashley stepped boldly to a full length mirror to examine her new body. She seemed pleased, but then a dark look crossed her beautiful face.
“I don’t seem to be able to use any of my powers.”
Mike thought quickly. He realized that he had wished for her to receive the powers but hadn’t wished that she would know how to use them. He also realized something else.
“I think I can fix that,” Mike said. “I wish that Ashley Scott will know how to use all of her powers that she receives when she says, ‘I am Superwoman’ and that she will never knowingly or accidentally cause me any harm or injury in any way.”
Again, the strange silence filled the room. Immediately afterward, Superwoman was using her x-ray vision and her microscopic vision. She was listening in on conversations miles away and staring off into space at distant planets and solar systems. Then in a flash of red and blue, she was gone.
Moments later, she back, hovering in front of Mike. “I just flew to the North Pole! It was fantastic!” Then she lifted the big man gently to her lips and kissed him.
Mike head was spinning from the effects of her super sexiness and her super kiss.
“How can I ever thank you Mike? Wait, I know.” In a blur of super speed, Ashley had carried him into her bedroom, undressed him, and laid him in the bed. Then she very suggestively began to remove her boots and cape. She was about to strip her top off when she stopped, staring at the wall behind the bed.
“Don’t move, Mike, I’ll be back in just a minute.” Again Superwoman disappeared in a blur.
This gave Mike a few seconds to gather his wits. She was moving so fast. And he wasn’t sure he was ready for this.
Moments later, Superwoman was again standing by the bed.
“Where … where did you go?”
“I saw that delivery truck starting to roll again. So I thought I would each that man a lesson. I picked up the van when he got inside. I couldn’t believe how light it was. I mean I was strong before, but now, wow! I could have launched that van into orbit without even trying.”
“You didn’t …did you?” Mike was hoping that he had guessed right that Ashley was a deeply moral person.
“Oh no, that would have killed the poor man. I just threw him and his van a couple of miles straight up and then caught him on the way down. And I gave him a stern talking to about safety while we floated slowly back to earth. And now, as for you Mr. Green …” Superwoman once more began to strip off her clothes.
“Wait! Ummm, ‘Superwoman,’ you are incredibly beautiful and very,” Mike glanced down at his hard and throbbing member, “very sexy. But to tell you the truth … I was kind of … I was hoping that … well, I really kind of would rather be with Ashley right now.”
Superwoman looked down at the handsome man laying naked in her bed. Mike wasn’t sure if she would leave or try to fry him with her heat vision. But she simply smiled and said, “Thank you, Mike.”
Then Superwoman struck a heroic pose and said, “I am Ashley Scott.”
Again, Mike got to watch the amazing transformation. This time from the Superwoman that the world would soon come to know and love to the math teacher that Mike had begun to fall in love with. While he watched, he pulled his pants and shirt back on. He was after all, a modest man and although someday he would like to explore a physical relationship with Ashley, he felt he really should get to know her better.
Ashley opened her eyes and surveyed the room from a lower vantage point. She was back to her old – new self again. “Oh Mike,” she gasped as she saw him dressing himself, “I’m so sorry. I guess I got a little carried away. I just naturally assumed that … uh … you know … but I guess that … um … well, sorry.”
“That’s okay … really very generous.” Mike fumbled around for a proper exit strategy. Finally he just shrugged and said, “Well, I better be going. Listen, I’d love to see you again if you’re available.”
“Yeah, sure. How about tomorrow night?” Ashley suggested. She really wanted to pursue this relationship as much as he did. “How about I pick you up at 8?”
Mike hesitated, “In a car … or ….” He made a little flying gesture.
“I promise I won’t invite her along,” Ashley said smiling. Then she flexed her arm again, much to Mike’s pleasure, “Besides, I figure that plain old Ashley Scott can handle any problem we might encounter at the movie theater.”
“Sounds great. Here’s my address.” Mike scribbled his address down an a piece of paper and then gave Ashley a friendly hug that she held onto a little bit longer.
“Thank you so much,” the shorter woman said as she separated slightly from the massive man and looked up into his eyes. then she gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
Mike blushed from the hug and the kiss. “See you tomorrow. Take care of yourself.” With that, he slipped quietly out the door.
Ashley leaned against her door as it closed and wrapped her arms around herself, reliving all of the fantastic events of the evening. The impossible dream of a child who would immerse herself in comics every chance she could get had come true. “I am Superwoman!"
The End.
July 1, 2006 at 4:55 pm #33786DutchParticipantGreat story, many thx!
July 1, 2006 at 6:24 pm #33787The HighlanderParticipantVery nice story but i have just one question. When are you going to finish the new black cat story.
July 1, 2006 at 10:55 pm #33788garyguyParticipantExecellent! I've always thought this was one of the best you've written. The second part was great too.
July 2, 2006 at 6:42 am #33789rick powersParticipantThanks Garyguy,
This story was based on an actual experience. Okay, so not the magic part or the muscle growth stuff … but I was a substitute PE teacher once!
Highlander – the Black Cat … the Black Cat … doesn't ring a … oh yeah! Yeah, see I've been meaning to get back to that story … as a matter of fact some thoughts are just about percolatin' in my brain about how to wrap that story up. Hang in there.
July 2, 2006 at 5:41 pm #33790ze flyParticipantAhhhh,I remember the story. That was way back on DTV's library when "I was so much younger than today" as they say in the song…
Sincerly, you did a great sequel here. That's a positive thumb up from me…
July 4, 2006 at 6:01 am #33791rodmanParticipant8-)Hi Rick,
Another great story and sequel. I've been a fan of your growth stories since the late nineties when you wrote the Librarian, Mophenomenal and other classsics of female muscle growth. I was wondering if you will post your stories to the new Brawna archive or if you would give your permission for others to post them to the Brawna archive.
I too am dismayed at the increasing level of graphic violence in some stories. Yours have always have an erotic teasing some minor domination and sexy strength feats whioch I love; amd you have a sense of humor and you don't take yourself or the reader too seriously.
Please keep up the great work.
Rodman :July 4, 2006 at 11:09 am #33792rick powersParticipantRodman,
Nice to hear from you again! Thanks for the kind words. The whole point of the Power Comapny thing was to explore the transformative power of muscle growth – okay and to write some slightly erotic fantasies down that kept bumping around in my head. But muscle growth for the sake of pain and destruction never really did much for me.
By the way, I would be honored to have my stories added to the Brawna collection. I'm not quite sure that I have the time, so if you or anyone else would like to do so, you have my permission.
Thanks again.
July 5, 2006 at 4:57 am #33793y498yatesParticipantI agree 100% with the both of you. I have stopped visiting DTV almost entirely. 98% of the stuff submitted to that site has some poor guy getting his head squeezed off or some other such nonsense. The reason I got into this genre was because of stories like "The Librarian" where you get to see the power used more for fun and mischief.
Anyway, I wanted to take a minute to sing your praises and thank you for your contributions. I loved this story and I, too, would love to see you continue your Black Cat story!
Cheers.
July 5, 2006 at 8:14 am #3379400treeParticipantyeah you have realy good stuff. I always felt kinds bad for the main character in "A Day In the Life of Joe Smith" though. Did you ever right a sequal?
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